The Faded Bouquet
The banquet hall is a cavern of stone and shadow, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of old blood. You sit at the high table, your hands resting flat on the rough-hewn oak, fingers splayed wide as you feel the pulse of the room vibrating through the wood into your bones. You are the Court Leech, or so they call you, a title that tastes like ash in...
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